Before I deleted my Facebook account, a friend mentioned Gitzen Girl’s blog and how she had a chronic illness. I clicked over and started reading and quickly added her to my Google Reader.
I have really enjoyed her Five Minute Friday posts and thought it might be a great way to try and get my blogging mojo flowing again. Basically, Lisa-Jo aka gypsy mama, chooses a topic every Friday and writes for five minutes.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat without editing your voice.
2. Link back to her and invite others to join in.
3. Pony up the comment love for the five minuter who linked up before you.
So, I’m all in, and giving it the ol’ 5 Minute Try.
This week’s topic is : On Forgetting. Here’s my entry. Jump in and let me know what you come up with too.
On forgetting . . .
People like to talk about forgiving and forgetting. Forgetting isn’t always a good thing. Sometimes you need to remember so that you can learn and grow. Just because you forget something doesn’t mean that it didn’t happen. It doesn’t make it any less painful or any less real. Forgetting just shoves it away, away from where real healing can occur. Remembering is hard sometimes. Really hard.
Sometimes it takes us back to things that we’d rather forget. But whether memories are pleasant or painful, they are a part of what makes us who we are. I don’t think God wants us to waste any of our life experiences.
And I like it when people love me for who I really am, the imperfect, messy, tenderhearted me.
And I love how God loves me that way. He doesn’t forget and He doesn’t ask me to forget. He loves me through it all.
(And I had to look this Bible verse up so it took me more than 5 minutes, but it goes right along with this for me.)
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them!
Psalms 139: 13-17